Mourning Rubble
For Gaza
When darkness overcomes us
And Hope lies in the past
What in our hearts sustains us?
How do we make love last?
When our weakness overwhelms us,
And we watch as children die,
How can we breathe this still foul air?
What makes us even try?
We see grief upon a father’s face.
We hear a mother’s scream.
How do we find another place
For tortured hearts to dream?
With darkness all around us
Where do we find a light?
What makes us wake another day
To strive to set things right?
What makes us dare to toil and sweat?
What makes us try again?
What fools are we as we forget?
Is darkness some strange friend?
What fools has this God made us
To believe in spite of all
That we can build a city
On this rubble of Hope’s fall?
What fools has this God made us
To hold this foolish thought
When Hope is but a memory
Ere yesterday’s battle was fought?
What fools has this God made us
To wake another day
To greet the sun with gritted teeth
To hold our pain this way?
Where comes this courage to curse us
To strive when Hope is gone
To place tired step and then again
Make empty hearts march on?
Yet this is how God made us
As woman and man and friend
To hold each to each in darkness
To await this foul night’s end.
Morning’s light reveals the rubble
And darkness fills our soul
And Hope is scarce remembered
As a diamond gone back to coal
Dark misery fills the rubble
Pain crushes every heart
Evil grabs with rage-honed claws
To tear our souls apart.
How look we on this horrid scene?
How do we breathe again?
How will we own this bitterness?
And ever love again?
But in this morning’s glaring darkness
We hear a baby’s cry
Love pours again from foolish hearts
Like sweet rain from empty sky.
And thus has this God made us
Like fools who have no choice
And innocence melts the darkness
And we hear Love’s fatal voice.
And Love will own our hearts again
And from it Hope is born
In the face of death and tragedy
We smile bravely and face this morn.
When darkness overcomes us
And Hope lies in the past
It is Love itself that saves us
And Hope ever follows fast.
It is Love itself that saves us
‘Tween woman and man and friend
Love that gives us courage
And Hope that will not end.
~ R Zwarich ~
Raymond Zwarich is a carpenter living in rural Massachusetts who
is trying to find an effective way to respond to the dangers and general
insanity of our times. He is hoping that citizens can find the means to unite
to oppose the immense power of unbridled greed that is threatening our
children's and grandchildren's lives. He can be reached at rzwarich@gmail.com
Allen
L Roland
http://allenlrolandsweblog.blogspot.com/2014/08/mourning-rubble-for-gaza-with-love.html
Freelance
Alternative Press Online columnist and heart centered
spiritual counselor Allen L Roland is available for comments, interviews,
speaking engagements and private Skype
consultations at allen@allenroland.com
Allen
L Roland is also a lecturer and shares a weekly
political and social commentary on his web log and website allenroland.com He also guest hosts a
monthly national radio show TRUTHTALK on www.conscioustalk.net
“Palestine is the anvil of our souls.”
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